we were staying in paris

7//the truth

Catalina's POV

"Tuviste sexo con él?? (you had sex with him??) Kylian Mbapaypal?" Francesca questioned.

There was a clear look of hurt in her eyes. It was clear she had a distaste for Kylian but seemed to be warming up to me. Well at least before this whole Kylian incident.

"I also didn't remember you had sex with him?" Achraf added.

I forgot, he was from Spain.

"Catalina, sexo con esto cabrón (sex with that asshole)?" Francesca seethed.

"No no no, tu tienes la idea incorrecta. Also, yo comprendo que tu dices Francesca." Kylian added with a smug look.

I turned to Francesca, Colette, and Gabriel who all looked at me with confusion.

"When he says I slept with him. It was more that we slept in the same bed one night because we were sleep deprived and on something. It was nothing more." I explained.

"I have no idea why he'd even try to make it something more." I muttered the last part, but Kylian caught it.

"Hey, I told Francesca that she had the wrong idea to begin with." He defended himself.

"It's not my fault that ladies can't help but be attracted to me." 

What was up with him? He was so different from the guy I met in New York City. Well, not completely different. He was a bit of an arse in New York too. But now, he was borderline cocky. I was growing annoyed with his presence.

"Do you always have to be so cocky? The world doesn't revolve around you." I shot Kylian a pointed look. 

"Non. Don't pretend that you don't like it." His smirk grew wider.

Okay what? He spilled a drink on me last time and apologised and even bought me a new one. Now he was acting like one of those movie characters who you really hate. Francesca clearly disliked him, and I could see why.

Colette adored him, but she was French so I gave her a pass. And Gabriel was just starstruck.

"Your envelopes." Francesca spoke out, finally handing them to Achraf and Kylian.

"Ah oui. Merci." Kylian nodded before pulling out his phone.

"Well, it was nice seeing you all, but I have to go. The club awaits me. Catalina, you know how to get in contact with me anytime. But Au revoir." Kylian saluted us before leaving.

I turned to Achraf, "Who the hell was that. Don't tell me it's your best friend because he was nothing like that in the summer." 

I was seething.

Achraf shot me a sympathetic smile.

"Uh well, Kylian's been like that since the final. He says he's okay but he hasn't acted like this since he was 19 or 20, when he had the world at his feet. I think losing la copa mundial has reverted him to be like this to try and protect himself. It's how he copes." Achraf explained.

I nodded, grateful for the explanation.

"Kylian uh, he gets around much more as a coping mechanism. The one you met in the summer, that's the real Kylian. I don't know how long it'll take him to come back to normal." Achraf whispered.

"Anyways, I need to catch up to him. Thank you for the envelope Francesca. It was great meeting you all, nice seeing you again Lina." He waved as he left.

"Well, Hakimi seemed nice." Gabriel was the first to speak.

"Kylian was okay non?" Colette asked.

Gabriel nodded, "I thought he was fine."